I'll pay the dry cleaning bill, okay?” Madeline's cheeks reddened and she avoided her son's eyes. “That's all right. It's hand-washable, fortunate...ly. I certainly wouldn't want to take it to the cleaners with that kind of a stain-- Gerald, I told you, we weren't to speak about that-- that incident again!” Gerald smiled again. “Okay Mom.” After finishing their meal, Gerald and Madeline were clearing the table. “You know, Mom,” Gerald said, “I've been thinking that I should start doing more around. She sat me down in an armchair, and got out some make-up. Delicately, she applied dark red lipstick to my mouth and outlined my eyes with black eyeliner, so that when I looked in the mirror above the fireplace I could see that she'd given me her goth look.Again we kissed, this time for longer and more passionately. Her hands moved to my legs, moving up the stockings, under the skirt to squeeze my buttocks. I lifted the bottom of the shirt to slip my hands around the soft flesh of her waist. My. And we had 2 rather strong scotches as well.Will took off his shirt and started moving into the hot tub - I had to move quick and dropped my jeans before Will even got his boardies wet. That stopped Will in his tracks. I could feel Wills eyes trying to figure out what I was doing in the small amount of light that was there. But he didn’t say a word (I think he though I was just stripping down to my underwear). I pretended nothing was amiss and took off my shirt - now I was standing above him on. She said, “Can you please help me pick out some panties for my son to wear?”My worst fear (or, at least, the beginning of my worst fear) came true. She didn’t immediately respond. The sales girl simply stood there for a while, not leaving us alone, or even backing up, and not paying any attention to anyone except us. It’s just that she was thinking the situation over, and it was obvious what she was thinking. All three of us knew it was obvious, and all three of us knew that when she said.